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You’re So Vain, I Bet You Published Your Book Yourself

“You’re an author? That’s so cool!”“I self-published it, it’s not in Waterstones or anything,” I replied.I had this conversation—paraphrased, natch—a few years ago, just after I wrote


Bestseller Badge Balls

In a world of hot-takes and kneejerk reactions, how do we introduce a little nuance? How do we reclaim critical thought and—yes—creativity?

That’s not how this works That’s not how any of this works

The Messy Middle vs Sexy Hot Takes

I was having a crisis—a legit existential crisis.I contemplated all sorts: ending my job, my life, all my relationships, my tea subscription.And then I went on an online therapy workshop, got up early


Throwing Grammar in the Bin?

I read an article in Mslexia a while ago, by Leone Ross. She asked a question I’ve grappled with for years: is grammar elitist? Should we throw it out the window?Or are you a stickler for grammar—someone


On Keeping a Notebook

“Advanced porridge spinning.”I stare at the scribbled sentence in my notebook, biting back a giggle. I’d almost forgotten.Back when Joe and I were first married, the first time we stayed over at


Maybe Your Imposter Syndrome is Right

“Your bladder is lying to you!” I hiss to myself, between iron-clamped teeth. “You do not need to pee again.”And yet, I’m gonna go and try to squeeze out another drop anyway because what if

Vicky wears a faux-fur coat and is face down on a hotel bed in Bruges, being idle.

The Virtues of Idleness

In 410BC, on a warm Tuesday evening at approximately 9.15 pm, Socrates’s wife Xanthippe slapped an empty plate down in front of him at dinner.She was making a point: she ran the household and raised

Cartoon person sitting amongst a whirlwind of things including Derek the Donkey in an actual whirlwind

Harness Your Inner Toddler + Start Asking WHY

I know people who iron their bedsheets.I’m not knocking them: all power to their elbows. And their wrists and shoulders. But honestly who has time to iron bedsheets?You may have guessed that I am not

Vicky hangs in a tangle of trapeze, not quite sure what she’s going to do next

The Magical Shitty First Draft

Every time I sit down to write it’s like whack-a-mole: which obstacle is my brain gonna chuck in the way today? Who knows? It’s a surprise!One consistent blockage, though, is my arrogant and pathological

Advent calendar with text: Thisis our advent calendar. Every year we fill it with sweets and little notes to each other. This year we have filled it with ideas. Future stories.

Filling Your Bucket

Back in March 2020, it was like the entire world took a giant swig from the DRINK ME bottle, as we hurtled down the rabbit hole.I.e. the world shrunk.And individually, I shrank. Like many people, I retreated

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